The rose in the picture looks dull and faded, and I try,
To save the running colors but they bleed easy at the creases,
And the seams wrapped around me, your arms are around me for so long,
That they fit perfectly and I was molded in your grip

But I try so hard to tell myself
Not to get ahead
But I got ahead
Now your in my head

Yes it's true, you are alway on my mind,
And I'm wondering, am I wandering in yours?
It felt so close and comfortable your lips seem like they wanted mine
Do they want mine? And I don't want to let go because I might not come back

But I try so hard to tell myself
Not to get ahead
But I got ahead
Now your in my head